The silence stretched… but it wasn't empty.
It was thick. Heated. Laced with the lingering tremble of aftershocks still rippling between our bodies. Ai's body molded against mine, her skin slick and warm, her breath still coming in small, broken exhales against my neck. Her thighs remained parted slightly — spent, used, but not done.
Not even close.
Her hand moved again.
Fingers sliding down my abs.
She found me — still half-hard — and wrapped her hand around me slowly. Her voice came out low, gravelly, ruined in the best way.
"Asahi…" She tilted her face up. Her lips were swollen, eyes dark and wild. "Again. I want to lose count. Lose control. Lose everything."
I didn't need to hear more.
My Kai roared back to life.
I rolled her onto her back, letting her arm sprawl above her head, pinned by my grip. Her other leg bent instinctively as I slid between her thighs. Her lips parted in a gasp as I brushed against her soaked slit — still sensitive, still needy.
